Sitting for a picture is morbid business. A portrait doesn't begin to mean anything until the subject is dead. This is the… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
The best moments involve a loss of control. It's a kind of rapture, and it can happen with words and phrases fairly… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Certainly I've never tried to imagine what the future will hold. It's a hopeless endeavor to try to do such a thing. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
I didn’t do anything. I don’t have an explanation, I don’t know why I wanted to write. I did some short stories… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Something about the occasion makes me think I'm at my own wake. Sitting for a picture is morbid business. A portrait doesn't… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“But then it came time for me to make my journey—into America. [... N]o coincidence that my first novel is called Americana… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Pause for a moment, you wretched weakling, and take stock of yourself.” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Past, present and future are not amenities of language. Time unfolds into the seamsof being. It passes through you, making and shaping. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Grass: I’ve invested heavily in blood futures. I have a direct line to the trading floor for polyester blood. There’s a heaving… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Everything I've stated may prove to be total poppycock.... Perhaps time will tell. Perhaps time will do nothing of the kind. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“But it can't be true that he drifts from one reality to another, independent of the logic of time. This is not… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Time is a corporate asset now. It belongs to the free market system. The present is harder to find. It is being… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
What did it mean, the first time, a thinking creature looked deeply into another's eyes? Did it take a hundred thousand years… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
There is a balance, a kind of standoff between the time continuum and the human entity, our frail bundle of soma and… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“It is time to “perform,” he thought. She would have to be “satisfied.” He would have to “service” her. They would make… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
It's all about time, dimwit time, inferior time, people checking watches and other devices, other reminders. This is time draining out of… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“There was something theatrical about the protest, ingratiating even. . . . There was a shadow of transaction between the demonstrators and… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“This is death. I don't want it to tarry awhile so I can write a monograph. I want it to go away… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Because friends have to be brutally honest with each other. I'd feel terrible if I didn't tell you what I was thinking,… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Within sixty-minute limits or one-hundred-yard limits or the limits of a game board, we can look for perfect moments or perfect structures.… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“We saw a cloudwall hung many miles to the east and hawks floating in the unforced motion that makes you think they’ve… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Cities were built to measure time, to remove time from nature. There’s an endless counting down, he said. When you strip away… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
What you see is not what we see. What you see is distracted by memory, by being who you are, all this… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Something about the time of year depressed him deeply. Overcast skies and cutting wind, leaves falling, dusk falling, dark too soon, night… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“We all know how the thing we secretly fear is not a secret at all but the open and eternal thing that predicts its… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
The novel is the dream release, the suspension of reality that history needs to escape its own brutal confinements. — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“As I listened I thought a featureless baggy man was striking me in slow motion with a well-polished stone.” — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Murray said, 'I don't trust anybody's nostalgia but my own. Nostalgia is a product of dissatisfaction and rage. It´s a settling of grievances between… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“She is beginning to think it is possible that all creation is a spurt of blank matter that chances to make an emerald planet… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Those who have abandoned belief must still believe in us. They are sure that they are right not to believe but they know belief… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“The plane had lost power in all three engines, dropped from thirty-four thousand feet to twelve thousand feet. Something like four miles. When the… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Grass: I live in a great steel tower that reflects the blazing sun. People catch fire just walking by. The more bodies that pile… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
“Marriage is something we make from available materials. In this sense it’s improvised, it’s almost offhand. Maybe this is why we know so little… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
The true life is not reducible to words spoken or written, not by anyone, ever. The true life takes place when we're alone, thinking,… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
